Chapter 13: What Happened in the Cathedral

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌⁠Before six next morning, Cristóbal O’Donnel was tapping at my door, with the promised uniform and accoutrements concealed under the military overcoat which was also to be put at my disposal.

Hearing our voices, Waring appeared, yawning, at the door of the adjoining room, and there was a good deal of stifled laughter among the three of us, as I got into my borrowed red and blue. The things fitted we